Rolling and Dreaming 

          "What's real?' Bill was half awake and half dreaming, thinking about the

 rolling of the boat on the waves. Way out in the middle of the ocean, days from 

any port. 'Had they, in fact, been transported to another world? Was anything like 

that really possible?" It seemed that just last night they were talking about 

something like this in Boston. "Did this really happen?" He got up and looked 

around the galley for the cup of coffee to put into the microwave. He recognized 

the boat, It was the same boat that Harry and he kept in Costa Rica. He always 

had the same mug, usually half full of coffee ready to heat up or he'd just pour out 

another cup from the carafe. This was where he was. He was getting his coffee 

heated up. Nothing else was real to him, not yet, 

     Evelyn and Harry were in the aft cabin, getting a good healthy rest. Bill thought 

of vacations they'd taken and his ex-girlfriend Miri - all the fun they had. The coffee 

was hot and he started to smile. "We're here in the envelope Bill, we can't get back 

help!' The night before - they had been talking about getting lost, using their new 

system that copied living tissue layer by layer incredibly quickly and what would 

happen if they messed up somewhere and got lost. They had experimented with 

mice and lost one or two and they would talk about what happened to them and 

the world's record for laughter had been set and broken many times over those 

conversations. 

     Harry was the genius here. He'd explain it to them. "We make exact copies of  

the organisms - see? Then, we transmit the structures to the receiver. The actual 

occupant of the organism, if there is one, cannot be in two places at the same  

time." This was where he lost Bill. It was the higher math. He'd just have to check it 

out. "What did probability have to do with transport of a consciousness?" He was 

never going to travel anywhere hit or miss. Yet, here he was! And, "why was Harry 

so comfortable about it all? This bothered him a lot. "Was he really out to make 

them all disappear into the unknown or wherever 'nowhere' was?" He was getting 

fed up with the whole thing. He wished Harry would just disappear and just leave 

him alone. Just go away. Then he had it - he had the "higher math" exactly. The 

driving force behind where we go is where our interest is. This is what Harry meant 

when he said "solidification of the target area". This is how the beams where 

focused and where they had to intersect and why they needed three points and 

two lines to make this happen.